The Spacifics are a live hip hop band featuring some of Oahu's finest emcees including SephONE, Tassho Pearce (aka Emirc), Risup, Blessdchil, Creed Chameleon, and Meiso. Band members consist of K-town on drums, Sean Jovi on guitar, E-rock on bass, and DJ Packo on turntables. Also in the line up is Eric White on sax and Ryan Kunimura on trombone when they are not gigging with Go Jimmy Go
HIPHOP/REGGAE/DANCEHALL DJAYS SOVERN-T & 45RVLVR FROM GET FRESH FRIDAYS @INDIGO HAVE MOVED TO ANOTHER HOTSPOT ON HOTEL STREET! AND THEY BROUGHT THEIR FREINDS WTH 'EM!
THE SPACIFICS WILL BE PERFORMING LIVE AT CHE PASTA ON 1ST FRIDAY, MARCH 7TH!! ALONGSIDE DJAYS: **SOVERN-T **JAHSON THE 45 REVOLVER **PACKO EVERY FRIDAY NIGHT AT CHE PASTA IN DOWNTOWN HONOLULU! FREE PARKING!FREE PARKING!FREE PARKING!FREE PARKING!FREE PARKING!!! .. HIPHOP REGGAE DANCEHALL SOUL 80'S TANGO,MUCH MORE!
9PM-2AM-FRIDAYS CHE PASTA 1001 BISHOP HONOLULU, HI, DOWNTOWN ON HOTEL ST, 2 BLOCKS DIAMONDHEAD OF NUUANU, ACROSS FROM THE EXECUTIVE CENTER
The 808 Scene Zine is kicking off its new series of events, “Release,” the official release party of the zine every month. Come hang out with the people who make the zine and the people we write about!
The Featured Band for the February issue of The 808 Scene Zine is Tempo Valley. They’ll also be taking the stage for RELEASE. FEBRUARY 16th!
Hear Sahra Indio live! We reviewed her CD in the November issue, describing her sweet voice and chill vibes.
Also, come down to check out Marvalous, visiting hip hop MC from New York City’s hip hop underground.
Ryde or Die Movement will be bringing their dancers and putting on a quite a show!
don't sleep homie yo, these roots run deep homie the truth one speaks... only the true one's seek
if they ain't never told you how the roots run deep don't sleep, homie
now you know, the roots run deep...
seph.i. (don't speak)
remember this in the wake of wakefullness... in the fullness of my rest, i've reached an important peak, a PINNACLE so to speak, somethin' like my ROOTS RUN DEEP... you can't seek for truth when your proof is steaped in poop, and it reaks. the loops will end up in the same place as chipped tooth, ripped right out of the ground... under the roof where you're now found. humble abodes and loads of laundry, codes and change of clothes, bars and beer tabs, bottle caps and black jack, poker chips stacked and jokers tryin' to rap...
how spacific can it get...? will you let it get set if you don't get it or will you bet it all a way cos of what you called crazy... chances are lazy is a lizard playin' games with wizards without names...
what good would it do to curse the sun's flames... questions asked after the answers came... answers to question the rain for falling, stalling game... calling grains of sand = handy frames of reference to strain and stress, same as insane and less tame.
this not to drain, but address shame on hues. colors unscene, chains on views, broken links; you lose.
claims to the clues, spoken thinkin' blues dudes. freely tokin', sinkin' through tubes... digiital lube for lonely thoughts of blinkin' boobs and frickin' feuds.
to be continued, within the nude happiness to be pursued.
